This is the first of two stories (so far) in what will eventually become a multipart tale that details Minnie’s full weekend!

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“Alright boys and girls, but mostly boys” I winked, sticking my tongue out and giving the devil horns, rock and roll gesture with my hands. Guys loved a girl who does cool and guy coded stuff like that, even if they thought it was all an act. The amount of guys in chat who’d asked me to name three songs by the band on my tee shirt was proof of that, and a reminder that I had to be naughty and cool within a certain set of expectations. I couldn’t be too cool. That wasn’t a cutie’s place. But as I sat there, doing my adorable little pose, my sunshine blonde hair falling down my pink sweatshirt, I knew I’d made another masterpiece.
Was I a bit too proud of myself? Maybe. But I also had something that most E-girls didn’t. Because as much as girls liked to call guys dumb, or say they were so simple to understand, it still seemed like my inside track had propelled me to greater success than any of them.
You see, I am an E-girl. I am also, however, a guy.
And now that I’ve teased and hooked you with the image of a bubbly blonde giggling in her gaming chair, I think I can get to some exposition. (See, I told you I know what an audience likes.)

The first thing you need to know is that I don’t come from a typical household. My father raised me himself, which was a wonder considering how busy he is. The work he did was vital to everything from national defense to astronomical research. Some of the stuff he tinkered with made the tech at Area 52 look like the tech at Area 51 (which is mainly just a false front to distract conspiracy theorists.)
I generally knew better than to get involved with my dad’s work or to even ask questions about what he was doing. There were times I wondered if the science he was working on was even from earth, but I was smart enough to keep that on a need to know basis. Besides, I hadn’t really inherited my father’s genius. The only sliver of it which I had of it pertained to gaming and anything related to the sport.
Yes, I called gaming a sport. Sue me.
But no matter how seriously I took it, no matter how well I knew the hardware and the meta, no matter how hard I grinded at content and streaming, no one really cared. No one except me.
And I was ticked.
Eventually, after discovering two hidden paths and a speedrunning glitch that skyrocketed my video to all of 45 views, I groaned and fell into bed. My dad never pressured me with anything, but it wasn’t lost on my wounded ego that he had been entangling quantum states in college and I couldn’t even get 100 views at 22.
I opened my phone to check out the latest trending subjects, wondering if I’d just picked the wrong hashtags for the algorithm, but I knew that wasn’t it. My feed was filled with either established streamers or newbies that had things that I didn’t:
Boobs.
Or industry connections.
Or boobs.
Or a preestablished fanbase from something else.
Or really big boobs.
I sighed, annoyance reaching a fever pitch inside me until it got so bad I did something I’d never done before.
I got up, left my room and picked the lock to the lab.
It wasn’t hard. My father was more of an absentminded professor than a thorough security expert and his genius, matched with his desire to work from home, meant that the government had given him plenty of latitude. I got through the lock after a few moments and found what I was looking for.
I didn’t know whether my dad invented it or discovered it, whether it was the product of his ingenuity or something that the government had just trusted him with. But I’d eavesdropped enough to know what it did. And I was so stupidly frustrated that I did the dumbest thing I ever did.
I typed into the interface, stepped into the clear glass tube, closed the door and waited.
At first I wasn’t sure whether it was going to work, but then I blinked. I closed my eyes looking at the lab from one angle and opened them to find myself looking at it from another. I had expected a bit more, I’ll admit. Maybe a bit of pain, or screaming, or a slow warping of my flesh against the bounds of nature.
But nope. My dad was good at what he did. And now I was standing there in oversized clothes, feeling long blonde hair tickling the back of my neck.
My sleeves were hanging over my hands and I had to pull them up to see the dainty, slender fingers which were now mine. My pants were nearly falling off, even though my hips were now wider in proportion to my body. My body was so tiny that it hardly mattered.
The lights flashed to indicate that the machine was powering down to recharge and for a moment, I was able to see myself in the glass. The reflection that looked back at me…
I’m not sure if this is what I would have liked as a girl, or if my thoughts of enviable E-girls had somehow affected the results, but the face looking back at me was cute as a button. She looked like more than an E-girl. She looked like the e-girl. I snorted when I realized some viewers might accuse me of being AI.
I opened the tube and slowly wandered out of the lab, knowing that it would be a few days until dad’s trip to the large hadron collider ended. I had free reign of the house, free time to be…
Hmm, what should my name be?
I mused on that as I headed to my setup, creating a new twitch account and queuing up my favorite game. I had been considering a pun on my newfound boobs, but my chest wasn’t exactly standout when it came to most gamer girls. It was more my general vibe that was hot and so I typed in the username that would soon change my life.

CutieClutch69!

I rolled my eyes at it and then started streaming
I’d picked a pretty simple, uncompetitive game so that my hand eye coordination could get used to new hands and eyes, but even then I wasn’t much focused on chat. It was out of habit, I guess, since I was used to my viewer count fluctuating between 0 and 3 over the course of my streams. But as the round ended, I turned to my streaming stats to see-
A hundred watchers!?
Not only that, but the number kept rising. People were tuning in and staying in, leaving a ton of messages for me to catch up to in chat.
“My name? Um…you can read, can’t you? It’s CutieClutch!”
“Do I have an Onlyfans? What? No!”
“How much money for me to suck your- Nope! You’re getting banned!”
It was so overwhelming that it took me a while to remember that the game was pulled up, and by the time I finally went back to it, my stream was nearing a thousand viewers. Obviously a lot of them weren’t here for the gameplay, but they were there! After a night of the most successful streaming I’d ever done, I finally logged off, shocked and sitting there in my disbelief.
“Huh” I muttered, finally getting up to head to the lab. Theoretically, going back and forth should be easy. That didn’t make me any less nervous as I stepped back in the machine though, musing about how stupid it had been to do this in the first place. It was an impulse decision and as I waited, I hoped it wouldn’t be the last one I made as Cade.
But then, I blinked and looked out from a higher vantage.

The next few days were normal, which is why they were so maddening. I just watched the video of my stream go higher and higher and higher, while all the effort I’d put into my male content produced nothing. It was stupid but it had worked and after seeing it work so well, I wondered how long I could keep up something that stupid.
But one more stream couldn’t hurt, right?
So I did it again, and again, and again. Soon enough I set up an Amazon wishlist so I could stream in something besides oversized sweats, and my viewership exploded even more. I guess guys like seeing a girl in a low cut pink top more they like seeing her in baggy grey. I was careful not to get caught and to never stay too long in my other form, but it was just too good to stop. I blitzed to the top of every viewership statistic within the span of three months, probably owing to my unique situation. Like I said, I know what guys like. I know how to tease and be a little naughty minx that’s constantly toeing the line between “isn’t she playful” and “she’s actively flirting with us.”
Plus, my female persona had no life, no friends and no reputation. I could be more shameless with her than any actual girl could be. There was no one to be embarrassed with, no consequences, nothing besides me and a monitor, and I wasn’t even really me!
At least, that’s how it used to be.
Because, 6 months into my career as CutieClutch, I got an email that changed everything once again. It took me a few days to read it, as my inbox was usually a weird collection of creepy guys and bathwater requests, but I read it twice once I did.
GamerCon.
The largest e-Sports, speedrunning, fandom and streaming convention on the planet. They were asking me to come there and compete, asking me to become an official partner and host some events there. They wanted me to moderate the panel where Superstar Games unveiled the Crime Lord 6 trailer!
Only, they didn’t want me. They wanted CutieClutch. For the whole weekend. And I had never so much as left the house as a girl before.
I kept looking at the invitation, kept looking at the offers, kept wondering how I would even endeavor to do this. The convention was more than 2 hours away and the transformation chamber wasn’t exactly mobile. I would have to be a girl for at least three days.
But…
This was my dream.
Maybe I could use the fame and influence it brought to boost my other account? Maybe one weekend as CutieClutch was all I needed to get male me where he wanted to be?
But…three days!?
I felt that same feeling I’d felt in bed, that same feeling I’d felt watching CutieClutch’s watch hours grow, that same feeling I felt when I’d first worn a skirt. It was the feeling of trying to convince yourself to do something you’d already decided on.
So here I am, a weekend’s worth of clothes packed, my car ready in the garage and my male body staring once more at the transformation chamber.
With a breath, I stepped in and blinked.
It felt the same as all the other transformations, but somehow, it felt more intense as well. Maybe my body knew it’d be staying like this for longer than ever. Maybe the feeling of breasts and long hair was easier when it was only going to last a few hours. Maybe your body felt less like having a panic attack when it knew that its penis would be there before it went to bed tonight.
Whatever it was, I tried my best to shake it off.
I got dressed in a pink skirt and tight white top, one that was so thin that you could see the pink bra beneath it. Somehow these clothes felt much less reasonable when you were about to go outside in them, but I got dressed all the same.
My bags felt heavier. My feet didn’t reach the pedals with my usual posture and seat position. But, with the sputtering of my engine, I was on my way.
Next stop, the biggest gaming convention on the planet!